In a world that seems so empty,
where one can barely bear to see,
is it just their imagination,
or is this really what it is meant to be?
Why is there never a path,
to peace, to rest,
hunted by a horde of thoughts,
and no way to kill the pest.
Why is one forced to live a day,
so that when the night is near,
when one is forced to sleep,
they have another nightmare to fear.
In a world that seems so empty,
where one can barely bear to see,
is it just their imagination,
or is this really what it is meant to be?
Why is there never a path,
to peace, to rest,
hunted by a horde of thoughts,
and no way to kill the pest.
Why is one forced to live a day,
so that when the night is near,
when one is forced to sleep,
they have another nightmare to fear.